Inside the store, the clerk picked up the phone, called their sister store and got the home phone number for the DiCarlo's and, before she could think better of it, called their home.
"DiCarlo residence," said the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hello, I'd like to speak with Mrs. DiCarlo."
"Can I tell her who's calling?" said the voice.
"Yes, this is Rosie McDonnell calling about her daughter Julie's wedding dress."
"One moment Ms. McDonnell."
"Hello, this is Mrs. DiCarlo. I hear you are calling about my daughter's wedding dress but she hasn't picked one yet so what is this about?" said Connie DiCarlo.
"I know she hasn't picked one yet. She was just in my shop about to try on some dresses when I overheard her talking to her fiance about eloping. I confronted her before she had even tried on one dress and she bolted out the door. I thought you needed to know what your daughter was thinking," said Rosie.
"My daughter was thinking about eloping? Preposterous! She wouldn't dare. She wouldn't do that to her own mother."
"Well, m'am, she was talking to a man named Nathan and I did recognize her from her engagement picture that was in the paper last week," said Rosie who dutifully read the engagement announcements and who wasn't about to explain what she had heard about the mother of the bride earlier today.
"Well, she is marrying a Nathan....where did you say your shop was?" Connie asked. Connie was beginning to panic. If this were true, this would be disastrous. A DiCarlo does not elope like a commoner. People will think we have something to hide and Julie is not pregnant! Is she? Oh no! I have got to get a hold of that girl.
"Wait, I missed what you said. Where are you located?" asked Connie again.
"Our shop is called A Little Wedding Boutique, you visited out sister store earlier today. We are located on Cottage Grove Ave near the north side of Washington Park," said Rosie.
Connie realized that if Julie had gotten in a taxi, she would have had to pass right by that store on her way to Nathan's apartment. It made sense and it terrified her. Her little girl, her only little girl could not elope. Not only would there be a scandal to deal with but she wouldn't get to see her little girl get married in a church with all her friends and family surrounding her. Nothing could be worse than that. She had to stop those two and she wasn't going to do it alone.
"Thank-you Rosie for letting me know what you heard. As you can imagine, I don't have time to talk right now but my thanks for your information and discretion in this matter. I'll be in touch with your little boutique in the future to see about a dress for Julie," said Connie hanging up the phone and hoping that the prospect of a future client would keep the girls mouth shut.
Connie quickly picked up the phone and dialed her husband's direct line. "Hello dear, I've just found out that our daughter is planning on eloping. I will be at your office in 15 minutes and I need you to be out on the sidewalk waiting for me and we will go talk some sense into OUR daughter."
"Connie, I think you are overreacting. Tell me what our daughter said. It can't be that bad," said Frank DiCarlo. He was using his "my crazy wife" tone and it was driving Connie crazy.
"You don't understand. I haven't talked to Julie yet. Some dress attendant at a wedding dress store overheard her talking on the phone to Nathan and they were planning to elope right away. Julie was there to get a wedding dress. When the attendant confronted her about eloping, Julie bolted and I need you there to talk some sense into her," said Connie.
"Connie, call Julie and see if she really is planning on eloping and then call me back. I've got to get back to this meeting," said Frank.
"I can't call her because then she'll be onto me and she'll turn off her phone and she and Nathan will be on the run and there won't be anything I can do about it. I'll be there in 15 minutes and we are going to head them off at Nathan's apartment and confront them about this elopement," said Connie.
"Connie, be reasonable. I can't leave right now. I'm in the middle of a meeting with clients who are going to trial next week. I need to be here to confer with them. Go and talk to Julie and keep me posted," said Frank.
"No Frank. I have run this family the best I could every day, every hour, every year while you were off working with some big client. I didn't make you do all the little things other fathers do but I will not do this alone. It's too big and too important and quite frankly, I'm a little afraid I will screw it up. You have to be there. Make whatever excuses you have to to your clients. You can work 24 hours a day next week but if our little girl elopes, I will blame you forever. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Please be waiting on the curb," said Connie.
"I'll see what I can do," said Frank who was beginning to worry about the sanity of his wife who had always managed to take care of everything before this. What was he supposed to do, and if his little girl really was intent on eloping, how was he going to get her to stop, for he knew Connie's threat was not an idle one.